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		<title>RELavender | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author RELavender</description>
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			<title>5</title>
			<description>This is the last chapter I will be posting on here. Read the full story at: https://www.wattpad.com/story/12893909-adaneene-completed</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1834603/</link>
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			<title>4</title>
			<description>Valley Ridge is a small town. Not one of those small towns with one hundred kids per school, but a small town that has less than two hundred people in the entire population. It's one of those towns with not even forty families. All, well most, of the families are the textbook mom, dad, and two kids...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1834601/</link>
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			<title>3</title>
			<description>Nothing jumps out at us. No bones are on the floor. Glowing red eyes aren't peering through the darkness. We're alive. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I take that as a good sign. But, we have to shut the passage entrance somehow. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Hey look,&quot; Mac's whisper is bar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1834600/</link>
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			<title>2</title>
			<description>I'm terrified of the dark. But, not without just reasoning. Who knows, that monster could be under my bed right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I jump up, scared silly by just the thought. No way am I going to check under my bed to see if the creature is there, of course.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1834599/</link>
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			<title>1</title>
			<description>Strange things are happening in Valley Ridge, strange, frightening things. Something is out there, something scary.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here, there are three rules that we always follow: 1) Never walk alone. 2) Never be outside for longer than 5 minutes. 3) Never go outside after sunse..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1834597/</link>
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			<title>Adaneene</title>
			<description>Those were the times. Back then, I didn't believe in monsters; they didn't exist. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1834592/</link>
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			<title>Eyes of Death</title>
			<description>Just another poem I wrote in my freetime</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1824681/</link>
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			<title>Creatures of the night</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote. The style is not as archaic if the poem is read aloud. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1818610/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&quot;ByeMom!&quot; I called over my shoulder. It was Wednesday morning and I washeading for another day at school.&amp;#8203;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I expected to see Lisa run out thedoor soon after I came out of mine, but she didn't. Despite all of the stuffshe does to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1792605/</link>
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			<title>Part One - Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Mylife is falling apart, well right now it is, literally. But, maybe I shouldstart from the beginning, the very beginning...&amp;nbsp;&amp;#8203;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Bye, Lisa! See youtomorrow!&quot; I called out. &amp;#8203;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1792604/</link>
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			<title>Abducted</title>
			<description> Lisa's been my best friend since forever. I've always been able to count on her. But, when she stops acting like my best friend, I know something is wrong. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1792602/</link>
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			<title>I don't want to go to school</title>
			<description>This is a monologue I performed in theater arts about how going to school made me feel. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1792599/</link>
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			<title>The inner conflict of beginning a novel</title>
			<description>This is a rough draft of an assignment I had in theater arts, it was meant to be a monologue, but it's not. Instead, it's a conversation I'm having with myself.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1792598/</link>
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			<title>Hello</title>
			<description>My way of saying Hello</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RoyanneELavender/1792595/</link>
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